With little support, I feel under pressure
During the first year-or-so of my University degree, I worked part time locally as a residential care assistant for people
Nobody plans on becoming a special needs parent. Nobody. You don't visualize the future caring for your child for the rest of your life. Inadvertently you are training them to be independent from a very young age.
If I were to go out onto the streets today and ask passers-by where they go for support and information on their health I'm sure I'd get many of the same answers: the GP, the walk in centre, the infamous Dr Google. They might not, however, say the library; they are not, for many people, synonymous with health and wellbeing, but they should be.
There is much discussion about environments these days: how to preserve our environment and exposure to the damage that thoughtless human activity is causing. 'Environment' refers to the surrounding in which we live. Babies' environments are the relationships they have with those who care for them.
I never make any secret of the fact that sometimes my day's work is the equivalent of somebody else's respite care, because it gives me a smattering of normality for a few hours a day. I do have to work all the hours I can to build up the business, while keeping a couple of days a week to help Julie, but this has meant we have had to put our house on the market and downsize.
I think it was fifteen years ago when my wife first told me she had been abused as a child. I was 21 and I had no idea what to do.
When your wife cannot move at all. Chronicles of a husband whose wife is almost completely paralysed (unable to move or speak
I've never thought of myself as a carer but when my dad was discharged from hospital care, after choosing to spend the last months of his life at home, he was cared for by myself and our family as we were the people that were there day in, day out. I'm one of five children, and three siblings already lived close by, but my sister and I moved home to be there too.
On the day he died I went to see him. His wife and I stood either side of the bed holding hands over him and reminiscing about some of the holidays we'd had together. He took two breaths and then became very still. It was extremely peaceful. Somehow it wasn't sad... it was right for him to go.